This past Monday, we were in court. I happen to love court rooms and law, but usually from a TV screen or a novel. It is so different when you are participating in one.
I have not been in many court rooms, and luckily for me, the few times I have, I have always been on the right side of the law. BUT, even so, being in a court room makes me feel uneasy.
We are a little late in getting guardianship / conservatorship for our guy, as he turned 18 in January. But, we finally did it.
I know WHY we do it, I understand the importance of doing it and I know that we have to do it. NONE of that helped my heart feel good about it and it did not stop the sadness from kicking in on all of the “what if’s” .
I cried before , during and after. Probably will again too. I was also thankful that we were able to do this and can now protect our guy. He needs it. Talk about a whirlwind of emotions.
The most profound moment for me was as we were called before the judge; my husband and I, with “our” attorney; headed to one table as Marky and “his” attorney ; sat at the other. It was then, that I realized we were NOT unified in this moment. In order for what needs to happen, to happen – we must be on opposite sides to “prove” our case. So strange.
We had 2 wonderful attorneys, both showed compassion, kindness and understanding. Exactly what we needed. That helped a great deal.
Many of us will go through this experience , I hope sharing mine may help someone.
Marky, in his kind and gentle way, stated after we were done: “we did it, thanks mom & dad”.